the centuries passed one by one
without changing the circumstances
that we needed to be there
Like a firestorm
when all home dies and fear is born
to feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
that burns the ground you're standing on
we'll feed the firestorm
And then - slowly but surely -
explorers and inventors stepped into
the system they didn't understand
that's when the trouble began
and when the time marched on
they had learned how to destroy
Like a firestorm...
The end of the story is: nothing's impossible
and that's what we're afraid of
apocalyptic signs, our homestead stands in flames
guess we missed the lesson modesty
Like a firestorm...
